The Beckham Game (Brooklyn Beckham FanFic)

Trust Issues

----Sex Scene in this chapter----

"Brooklyn, wait! Please" I yelled as I followed him down the hallway. He halted and turned to me.

"We aren't together!" he yelled back.

"Then why are you so fucking mad?" I screamed at him.

Jordan ran in between us.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" he yelled.

I stared at Brooklyn and back to the ground.

"She's all yours buddy" Brooklyn burst out.

"Brooklyn can I talk to you?" Jordan asked him.

Fuck. They were gonna kill each other.

----BROOKLYN'S POV----

"Brooklyn can I talk to you?" Jordan asked me.

Are you fucking kidding me? Why the hell would I wanna talk to you?

"Sure.." I hesitated.

We walked downstairs, leaving Mandy standing there. Crying.

She was so gorgeous. I love her so damn much.

We stood out in the garden as Jordan began to talk.

"Listen mate, I know this is your house and all, but it's also Mandy's now. I know you two have had a very very long history. I don't wanna come between you two..."

I interrupted him.

"We aren't together" I blurted out.

"I know... but can I tell you something?" he asked me.

I nodded. Still not looking at him.

"Last night Mandy called me. She said that finally everything was working out. And that she loved you so much. She kept on telling me how much she finally trusts you.."

I interrupted him again.

"She doesn't trust me!"

"Are you kidding me? You're the only guy she has ever loved. You have broken her heart so many times, and she comes to me with all her problems with you. Treat her better. Because you're so lucky to have her in your life" he yelled as he walked back inside.

"Fuck" I screamed to myself.

The doorbell rang so I ran to answer it.

I opened up the door to see someone standing there. The security guy.

"Mr.Beckham, just letting you know I have arrived" he smiled a bit.

"Thanks man" I smiled back, shaking his hand before I closed the door.

Then I realized. Mandy. I loved her so fucking much. Shit.

I ran upstairs opening the door and running inside. Making sure to lock the door.

"Brooklyn? What are you doing?" she yelled at me.

God she was beautiful. Her hair flowing from the breeze coming in from her window. Her beautiful hazel eyes, glimmering. Those lips...ugh.

"I'm so sorry baby. I really am. I don't know what I was thinking..." My eyes softened.

"You don't think I trust you Brooklyn! Jordan trusts me and I trust him. He's never cheated on me, he's never broken my heart or hurt me. He could probably fuck me better too!" I yelled.

Oh god. Did she really just say that?

"I didn't mean that" she covered up,

"Baby..." I stepped closer to her.

"No one can fuck you better than I can" I smirked as I whispered in my ear.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

----MANDY'S POV----

He presses my lips to his, and they're searing hot. I want to reach the top with him, to kill him, just for the high. 'Fuck you Brooklyn" I whisper against his lips, and now he lets go to unzip his jeans. He grabs me by the waist of my skirt and yanks it, breaking the elastic...he pulls me away from the wall and tosses me onto the bed. He grabs something out of his pocket. He rolls on a condom and begins to ride me. He thrusts and thrusts.

"Oh god Brooklyn" I moaned.

...He was slippery and wet with sweat. My legs were raised and clutched about his waist. He moaned.

"I'm coming!" he yelled.

Hot juices spurted forth to warm up my insides pleasantly five or six times, and then it was over, all over, and he was pulling out. And I hadn't reached any mountain high, or heard bells ringing, or felt myself exploding—not as he had. It was all over his face, relaxed and at peace now. I needed more.

I lay there. He looked at me.

"Oh don't think that's the end of it babe" he smirked.

"Wha...?" he grabbed my waist and put his head between my legs, twirling his tonuge round in circles.

"Holy fuck!" I screamed.

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

"Babe you're so wet!" he smirked as he went back down.

Suddenly I felt him go inside me again, deeper and deeper.

"Oh Sh..." he covered my mouth.

I reached my high and he released.

We lay there, panting.

"So what were you saying about him fucking you better than I could?" he cheekily asked.

I rolled on top of him and started to kiss him passionately.

I let go and whispered in his ear.

"I fucking love you"

He smiled and whispered back.

"I love you more"

I smirked and got up to get changed. Before I left the room he stood up and pushed me against the wall. Hands pinned.

"By the way. I destroyed you" he smirked before he walked out.

Leaving me standing there, speechless.